Yarington, Robert · published 1601 · first performed or written 1594 [1594-c.1598] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.78 · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
ay, with reporting of my villainy, The very audit of my wickedness, Had force enough to give a sudden death: Ah sister, sister, now I call to mind, Thy dying words now proved a prophesy, If you deal ill with this distressed child: God will no doubt revenge the innocent, I have dealt ill, and God hath ta'en revenge. Now let us leave remembrance of past deeds And think on that which more concerneth us. With all my heart thou ever wert the spur, Which pricked me on to any godliness: And now thou dost endeavour to incite, Me make my parting peace with God and men: I do confess even from my very soul, My heinous sin and grievous wickedness, Against my maker many thousand ways: Ab imo cordis I repent myself, Of all my sins against his majesty: And heavenly father lay not to my charge, The death of poor Pertillo and those men, Which I suborned to be his murderers, When I appear before thy heavenly throne, To have my sentence, or of life or death. Amen, amen, and God continue still, These mercy moving meditations. And thou great God which art omnipotent, Powerful enough for to redeem our souls: Even from the very gates of gaping hell, Forgive our sins, and wash away our faults; In the sweet river of that precious blood, Which thy dear son did shed in Golgotha, For the remission of all contrite souls. Forgive thy death my thrice beloved son. I do, and father pardon my misdeeds, Of disobedience and unthankfulness. Thou never yet wert disobedient, Unless I did command unlawfulness, Ungratefulness did never trouble thee, Thou art too bounteous thus to guerdon me. Come let us kiss and thus embrace in death, Even when you will come bring us to the place: Where we may consummate our wretchedness, And change it for eternal happiness. Now sister Rachel is the hour come, Wherein we both must satisfy the law, For Beech's death and harmless Winchester: Weep not sweet sister, for that cannot help, I do confess fore all this company, That thou wert never privy to their deaths, But only helpest me when the deed was done, To wipe the blood and hide away my sin, And since this fault hath brought thee to this shame, I do entreat thee on my bended knee, To pardon me for thus offending thee. I do forgive you from my very soul, And think not that I shed these store of tears, For that I price my life, or fear to die, Though I confess the manner of my death, Is much more grievous than my death itself; But I lament for that it hath been said, I was the author of this cruelty, And did produce you to this wicked deed, Whereof God knows that I am innocent.
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I, with reporting of my villanie, The very audit of my wickednesse, Had force enough to giue a sodaine death: Ah sister, sister, now I call to minde, Thy dying wordes now prou'd a prophesie, If you deale ill with this distressed childe: God will no doubt reuenge the innocent, I haue delt ill, and God hath tane reuenge. Now let vs leaue remembrance of past deedes And thinke on that which more concerneth vs. With all my hart thou euer wert the spur, Which prict me on to any godlinesse: And now thou doest indeuor to incite, Me make my parting peace with God and men: I doe confesse euen from my verie soule, My hainous sinne and grieuous wickednesse, Against my maker manie thousand waies: Ab imo cordis I repent my selfe, Of all my sinnes against his maiestie: And heauenly father lay not to my charge, The death of poore Pertillo and those men, Which I suborn'd to be his murtherers, When I appeare before thy heauenlie throne, To haue my sentence, or of life or death. Amen, amen, and God continue still, These mercie mouing meditations. And thou great God which art omnipotent, Powerfull enough for to redeeme our soules: Euen from the verie gates of gaping hell, Forgiue our sinnes, and wash away our faults; In the sweete riuer of that precious blood, Which thy deare sonne did shed in Galgotha, For the remission of all contrite soules. Forgiue thy death my thrice beloued sonne. I doe, and father pardon my misdeedes, Of disobedience and vnthankfullnesse. Thou neuer yet wert disobedient, Vnlesse I did commaund vnlawfulnesse, Vngratefulnesse did neuer trouble thee, Thou art too bounteous thus to guerdon me. Come let vs kisse and thus imbrace in death, Euen when you will come bring vs to the place: Where we may consumate our wretchednesse, And change it for eternall hapinesse. Now sister Rachell is the houre come, Wherein we both must satisfie the law, For Beeches death and harmelesse Winchester: Weepe not sweete sister, for that cannot helpe, I doe confesse fore all this company, That thou wert neuer priuie to their deathes, But onelie helpest me when the deede was done, To wipe the blood and hide away my sinne, And since this fault hath brought thee to this shame, I doe intreate thee on my bended knee, To pardon me for thus offending thee. I doe forgiue you from my verie soule, And thinke not that I shed these store of teares, For that I price my life, or feare to dye, Though I confesse the manner of my death, Is much more grieueuous then my death it selfe; But I lament for that it hath beene said, I was the author of this crueltie, And did produce you to this wicked deede, Whereof God knowes that I am innocent.